Boulevard Of Broken Dreams [ Wattys 2015 ]

XIV - "I love you."

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF DA WORLDDD i just became famous on tumblr so yaaaaaay bye bye sweet days of loneliness! lol so i included myself as a character in this chapter cause i don't know xp thanx for da support my baes<3 keep commenting harddd!!! :3

This is not a fairytale.

Loud knocks on the door were present all day, but I clearly didn't answer to none of them. Instead, I hid myself in the bathroom and stood under a cold water shower. The knocks seemed to never stop, which turned the worst feelings out of me. I sobbed loudly enough for myself and after eight miserable hours, it felt to me like I had no more tears left.

I opened the bathroom door and sat down on my bed, feeling destroyed and confused.

This is not a fuckin' fairytale.

The clock said 01:26 AM. Probably Harry was asleep at the time. I took a deep breath and stood up to find my phone. Twenty one new messages. Nineteen from what I supposed was Harry, one from my mom and one from Marc. He had sent me messages before, but I ignored them.

From Marc<3

Demi, listen, this is the last message I'm going to send because I don't have any credit left. what happened was not your fault and it will never be. it's NOT your fault your mom is what she is. it's NOT your fault she did what she did. please come back, we're very worried about you.

From Mom-.-

just stop being so selfish for once and forgive me for god's sake. Jesus, demi i'm worried about you! where are you? please reply

From Unknown Number

Demi, it's Harry please open the door

just open the door okay? let's just talk for a minute

Demi I really meant what I said today

come on don't do this

I'm sorry just open the damn door

i'm so sorry

i really meant every thing i said before, i don't regret anything of it. i need you, now. just please open the goddamn door i can't stand staying like this

i don't see why you react like this

i don't care if i barely know you

it's not just a fling, i swear

i have days and days trying to understand what this was and i realized it only when i kissed you

i know you felt something too

and if you don't, just fuckin tell me

open this door

i'm not giving up so don't even think i'll stop

i'll break the door if you continue like this

jesus i feel like a psycho sitting on your doorstep

i love you.

I threw my phone in one of my pockets and covered my face in hands. He did not just say that. After letting out a huge shout I finally managed to get my suitcase from under my bed and put some clothes I wore before. I kept as quiet as I could, not no get any attention. It was time for me to go. Nice and slowly, I unlocked the door and opened it good enough to have a proper view. Most of the lights were out, but Harry's room door was wide open.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath  and walked back inside. Without rushing a lot, I quickly grabbed my suitcase and got out. Thanks to the whole universe, the door didn't make any bragging sound, so I just left it a bit open and rushed downstairs. Nobody was there. Thanks. I reached the front door and opened it.

"Maria?" I heard Harry's voice when I was about to walk out.

"Shit, fuck!" I whispered to myself and closed the door slowly. I ran like never in my life as I saw different rooms of the house light up behind me. Thanks god I don't wear high heels.

"Demi!" I heard a yell from inside.

Running as fast as I could, I found myself on the streets. I hid myself from too much lit up places and car alleys. I knew he would probably chase me down. After twenty minutes of messing around, I saw a bar open. I took ten bucks out of my suitcase pocket and rushed inside. A sweet smell of just made coffee filled my nose and I sat down on a table hidden in the back.

A waitress walked up to me. (yaaaay that's meee bitchezzz xp)

She had very long wavy brownish hair, which faded from dark chocolate to a light tan, probably from heating and straightening too much. She was average weight, a bit fat but not that much. She was wearing black vans, black tight jeans and a plaid black and red shirt, sleeves rolled up to her elbows and with the collar buttons done. Her left arm was covered in black ink tattoos, a kind of tribal, I think which lasted to her wrist, where a fancy black watch was. I expected her to have piercing and heavy makeup, but all I found was a  light eyeliner and powder. And about the piercings, she didn't even have earrings.

She looked at my suitcase then at me.

"Late night escape?" she spoke in a strange Russian and American accent Jesus her accent was strange. (omg it really is everybody tells me that and asks me if i'm foreign ._.)

I gave her a short 'yeah' face and she nodded.

"What can I get you?"

"A hot chocolate, please." I smiled.

She nodded, and walked away with her heavy steps. Where the hell was she from?

After a few minutes she came back and gave me my order.

"Anything else?"

"Um... I know this is awkward but, do you know any cheap places to live in?"

"How cheap?" she asked looking at me with her black eyes.

"Really cheap." I insisted on the first word.

She nodded and shook hands with me.

"I'm Kris. With the 'K', not the 'C' and the 'H'." she smiled. "If you help me a bit with my shift I can let you sleep by my place. It's really big and if you choose to stay, you'll pay just 50 bucks per month."

"Really?" I shouted back. "Thank you so much, I'd love to help!"

"She gave me a small smile but sat me again when I stood up.

"Get cozy first. I'm getting you some extra whipped cream for that chocolate." she winked and walked away.

Seriously, at first I thought she was a goth or something.

Appearance does lie.

She brought me whipped cream and syrup and made her way to the other customers.

did i just write a long chapter ._. i made a pic on the right side :3 its a quote from next chapter lol